* You work and work for years and years
* You're always on the go
* You never take a minute off
* Too busy making dough
* Some day you say you'll have your fun
* When you're a millionaire
* Imagine all the fun you'll have
* In your old rocking chair
* Enjoy yourself - (Yells)
* It's later than you think
* Enjoy yourself
* While you're still in the pink
* The years go by
* As quickly as a wink
* Enjoy yourself
* It's later than you think
* Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself
* It's later than you think
Ooh!
Skinless pork sausages. Three for two.
Why are we buying horrible sausages?
Because they're on offer.
Josh, you don't scrimp on sausage.
That's like rule one of being normal!
Abi, we are an average couple, doing an average weekly shop.
And that means occasionally buying things
- we both find disgusting. - Why?
We never did it before.
Well, that was before. OK?
And if these horrible sausages,
if that's my penance for what I did, the betrayal,
then so be it. Nail me to a cross made of sausage.
Oh, God, now you're Meat Jesus.
The money almost...
The money almost ruined us, Abi, OK?
I'm not gonna let it come into our relationship again.
Josh, I gave you it all back and it's totally, totally fine.
I forgive you.
So can we please just buy some sausages
- with actual meat in them? - Fine.
Fine. Get your sausages.
But when we're done here we're gonna get the bus home.
Fuck off! I hate the bus!
So do I.
I don't like it either, all right? I hate it. I'm sorry.
Ooh!
Bargains.
So, there's been a lot of chatter on the forums
about the new character.
Yeah, she's certainly very... very feminine.
Cats don't have tits, though. In nature.
They do have teats.
We're issuing a patch on Monday,
so I need to give the Art Department a brief on
whether or not to lose the, er, bosoms.
Well, all righty, then.
Time for "Ewan's Big Executive Decree"!
(Ding!)
- We are pressed for time. - Yeah, no, sure.
Let's be decisive. Right now.
Let's just decide the hell out of this thing.
Boy genius! How's the water-rendering software?
I've finished coding the alpha version
with all new functionality. Very pleasing.
I can't tell you how great that is. I want to hug you!
But for some reason my arms just won't...seem to let me.
(Grunts)
I'm not a hugger.
We really do need a decision on the cat design.
Oh, Casey. Casey!
It'd be great to get a second opinion.
There's a concern she's too sexy.
I dunno, whatever you think. You're doing a great job, Ewan.
OK, then. The boobs can...
..er...can stay.
Great! OK. Thanks.
- So, have you heard from Watto? - No.
Not for a couple of months. Not since the expo.
I'm sure he's fine. Wherever he is.
God, is that the time?
Yo, yeah, can I order a large salmon teriyaki Bento box
with plum and duck pancakes?
Delivery, please.
Er, I'm in an underpass.
Er, what's the name of this underpass?
- (Line disconnects) - Hello?
- What are you playing? - I dunno.
- Cat something. - Factory?
Yeah. But the new one.
The sequel.
Let me have a look.
I heard you released a tiger into a leisure centre
- and that's why you're here. - That's not what happened.
I tried to release a tiger at a convention centre
as a kind of "fuck you" to my old boss.
Someone stopped me, we got into a shoving thing,
I accidentally punched him, got arrested,
all my mates moved out of our house
and, yeah, hey presto.
(Game bleeps)
Shit, this is impossible.
Did anyone play-test this piece of shit?
Nice watch.
Hey. Platinum.
100-metre diving range...
(Groans)
No, come on, mate.
Like...
* JOE GODDARD: Truth Is Light
* I see it everywhere
* In every face in every place that I go
(Sighs)
* I see it in the eyes of all the strangers
* And the people I know
* Even in the buildings and the statues
* On the streets that I walk
* Even in the voices
* Even though they never say when they talk
* You're in love with life
(Raps at door)
- Leon. - Abi.
- It's a nice place. - No, it's not.
Josh has got this thing about the money.
He doesn't want it to come between us again,
so now we've just got to do horrible stuff all the time.
He's working on a new game. He's gone a bit...
(Whispers) He weed in a jar.
Yeah. He does that when it all gets a bit much.
Also, a couple of weeks back, he grew this really thin beard.
And when he got stressed, he trimmed it.
Like, trying to get it level. It got thinner and thinner
until it was so thin you couldn't see it.
He grew his stubble back and I'm worried he'll do it again.
I hated that beard.
Yeah, it's happened before.
Erm, do you think maybe I could have a word?
Mm-hm.
(Trimmer whirs)
(Knock at door)
Er, not now, please. Thank you.
Hey, Josh.
What the fuck are you doing here?
I bought you something.
If it's another Super Nintendo, I'm shoving it up your arse.
Your mum's album. She finally finished it.
Oh, God.
"Linda Connors Swings Both Ways".
It's actually pretty good. It's got some tunes on there.
You think this makes everything OK?
After everything you did to me and Abi.
I should punch you in the face.
Mate...
- ..I'm sorry. - It's not good enough, Leon.
You're lucky she forgave me.
And now we're stronger than ever.
Well, that's good. I'm happy for you, mate.
Yeah.
Abi says you're working on a new game.
Miriam's Troubles. And it's going great, thanks for asking.
She also says you grew, um, a really thin beard.
Oh, what? It's a crime to grow a neat beard, is it? Fuck off.
- You played it yet? - No, I haven't played it.
It's a sequel of a game I made a million years ago.
I've no reason to play it.
I'd rather play with needles in the park, thanks.
All right, I just wanted to make sure you got your mum's CD.
Yeah. Whatever.
I'll see you around, yeah?
(Game music plays)
(Mobile phone rings)
JOSH: Have you played this piece of shit?
- Wait there. I'm coming back. - (Ends call)
Yes!
It's unbalanced, the cut doesn't make sense,
- it's too hard. - Yeah, I know, mate.
And don't even start me on the cat with the tits.
Because if the female cats have breasts,
that means all the other cats without tits are male.
My game with my name on it.
It's essentially an interactive misogynist hate crime.
- Cheers. - I don't care about the game.
- No, of course. - I care about the fans.
Yeah, I looked online. The reviews are pretty good.
My God. That makes it worse!
Nobody's noticed that Cat Factory's gone to shit.
They're all playing it like,
"Oh, great game, great gameplay."
So I've got an idea. We break into the office this weekend,
fix everything and release a patch.
Obviously, we need the others.
Watto to fix the art, Ewan to implement everything.
No. I'm out.
Mate, don't do this for me.
Don't do this for the game.
Do this for Watto.
- What have you heard? - I dunno. Loads of stuff.
Some bloke saw him shinning up a telegraph pole in Uxbridge.
One last patch, Josh. That's all this is.
OK. We fix this and then I'm gone. All right?
I have a life now, Leon.
A normal life, in a normal, non-semi-circular house.
- All right? - All right, I get it.
Just this one thing and we're all done.
JOSH: How did you know how to find him?
You know, my mate who used to work for a certain branch
- of the Israeli Secret Service. - Obviously.
When in doubt, hire a Mossad agent.
Unbelievable!
Do you think he's off the wagon?
I dunno, mate.
(Door creaks)
Yeah.
Yeah, I'd probably say so.
What do you reckon's in here?
Oi! Do not open that.
Oh, hey, mate.
Do not unleash Coco.
You just post the nutrients through the window twice a day
and leave her the hell alone.
(Ferocious barking)
Right. (Clears throat) I see you've got a new dog.
I wanted a replacement for Digby.
But she's no Digby.
Not Coco.
She's Satanic.
Jesus, mate!
I'm just waiting until she's a little bit older,
a little bit less angry,
and then I'm gonna lure her off the barge
with some pork chops and sail away really fast.
- So how have you been, mate? - Fine.
I'm just hanging out on the party boat
with a dog that I hate.
And the booze?
The occasional tipple. Nothing crazy.
(Empty bottles rattle)
OK. Yeah? Well, whose fault is that, then?
Cos this is what happens
when you raise a kid to become dependent on you
and then you're just like,
"Off you go, kiddo, out into the world.
Go fend for yourself!" Well, I can't fend for myself!
I know, mate.
And I'm sorry.
Look, I'm fine.
I am.
I am coping.
Have you played it? The sequel?
I tried. But it's impossible.
Really hard.
How do you feel about doing some work on it?
What, all of us?
It's not a permanent thing. Just a quick fix.
Yeah, well, I'll think about it. Because, you know,
I've nearly got this place sorted.
I just need to get some Wi-Fi and a television licence
and I am all good.
You know what? Forget it.
It's fine. It was a shit idea anyway.
Listen, mate.
Don't do this for yourself, do it for Josh.
I think he's spiralling into one of his dark places again.
Abi said he's pissing in jars and trimming his facial hair.
OK.
Good lad.
But I'm only doing it for Josh.
But no shit, yeah?
Whatever it is you're on right now stays here.
Cold turkey.
Starting from now.
Let's roll.
Oh, hang on!
Let's roll.
(Chuckles)
Let's roll.
What about the dog?
Leon, get the engine running.
- Do you think he's all right? - Oh, Jesus.
Start the engine!
- Start the engine! - (Barking)
Open the door!
(Growling)
(Ferocious barking)
(Panting)
She nearly ate me!
(They laugh)
(Barking)
Ewan, I have Leslie for you.
Holy shit!
You're the Emperor.
Yeah, that's one of the more polite ones, I believe.
I'm gonna be brief.
I know some people who'd like to meet with you.
When your game leaked, your water-rendering software
really turned some heads.
- Bigger. - Oh. Oh. That's nice.
Music to these big flappy lugs.
- (Mouths) - Stopping now.
So would it be OK
if I brought them in there to chat with you?
Yes, it would be OK.
Sir. No.
Thank you, Ewan.
It's been great meeting you at long last.
- (Sighs) - Casey, close the lid.
Er, bye, then. Yep.
Great job, Ewan. You showed some real initiative there.
Thank you very much.
Argh! Bloody hell!
- I thought you were muggists! - What's "muggists"?
I got my words muddled up, Josh.
- New bag? - Yes, new bag.
It's from the executive range at Debenhams.
It's got a compartment for pens.
We've played the sequel. We hate it.
- The game's fine, Leon. - It's not fine, Ewan.
It's sexist and impossible.
Guys, you had your chance and you blew it.
And now I have Casey's respect and I'm going places.
- Yeah, right! - I've been in with the Emperor.
- Bullshit. - She respects me more than you.
- Piss off. JOSH: What do you care?
- After everything she did! - Men!
We have a responsibility!
Yeah?
We brought this game into this world.
We're not gonna orphan it.
So let's just take our anger,
and put it in Ewan's new bag.
And let's just try and make it right.
Trust me, mate. I don't want to be here any more than you do.
- All right. - Sweet.
- Let us in the back door, then. - What, now?
You want to do this right now?
Yeah, we've got the weekend till the office re-opens.
So let's get to work.
- Why? - I thought it'd be fun.
But it's just itchy.
Right.
Right, I think I may have an idea
for a new gameplay mechanic with the mice.
Er, before we start, I just want everyone to know
Josh is gonna be taking the lead on this one.
Erm, I know I headed up Jet Spray Island
but, er, I want to pass the baton back to Josh.
So, it's all yours, mate. Take it away.
Great.
Thanks, mate.
So, Ewan, can you take a look at this?
I need you to re-sequence some of the levels. OK?
Watto, I need you to get rid of the boobs on the cat,
take a look at the backgrounds. They're not popping.
- I'm gonna work on these. - What about me?
Er, put the kettle on.
Right. First things first!
Let's get this place ready for an all-nighter.
You know the drill, boys.
Cold and loud, that's how we like it!
* AVERAGE WHITE BAND: Work To Do
* I'm taking care of business, woman, can't you see?
* Got to make it for you
* Got to make it for me
* Takes a lot of money to make it
* Let's talk truthfully
* Keep your love light burning
* And a little food hot in my plate
* You might as well get used to me coming home a little late
* Cos I've... I've got work to do
* I've got work, baby
* Got work to do * I've gotta give
* Got work to do * I got work to do
* Got so much work, yeah, yeah
* Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
* Work, work, yeah
- (Air horn blasts) - Agh! You stupid fucking idiot!
* Work, work
* Yeah
* Work, work
* Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
* Work, work, work
Holy shit, this level's insane!
- Which? - Oh, whoa,
I just went up a different branch of the map screen.
Yeah, that is a good one.
I've got times 50-multiplier with full kibble.
Invisible mice? Whose idea was that?
- I think it was Casey's. - Oh.
I dunno, though. Is it...is it congealed?
- Is there congealment? - Josh, it's good.
- We've made it better. - It is good.
When did we stop doing this? Playing together.
When it became work.
Oh, invisible little shits!
No. We were still doing this back in the caravan.
Remember Bomberman?
What about Cowpocalypse Now?
Oh, Counterstrike. That was my jam. (Laughs)
So, what happens next?
(Sighs)
Well, once we've uploaded the patch,
I thought we could go for breakfast?
Like we used to? Watch the social media tick in.
I'm up for that. Pretty hungry.
Was this part of the plan?
What plan?
Getting us all back together.
What are we patching here, Leon?
I don't know what you're talking about, mate.
OK, well, Abi's expecting me home, so...
I'll see you guys around.
WATTO: So, is that it, then? Are we all done?
- Looks like it. - Good.
Cos that was hard work.
And I can finally go back to
my floating fortress of solitude.
(China tinkles)
Here we go.
You'll note the grilled tomato, Watto.
There is some fucking garnish on this breakfast, Jeffrey.
- I know there is, Watto. - I'm so proud of you.
I didn't think I could make it on my own,
but I dusted myself down, I stood back up
and here I am, cooking for myself.
- What if we bought it back? - Bought what back?
The company. Idyl Hands.
Sell the chopper, sell the yacht, flog the house.
- How much have you got left? - Oh.
Six. Six point something.
Six?
How have you got six mill left?
Well, I got it down to about three at one point,
and then some investments came in.
You know, the organic bean thing.
You made a profit from magic beans?
Adam, that is incredible! Not as daft as he looks.
Well, I need to borrow it. All of it.
We need to get the company back.
I can make this work.
Cheers for the breakfast.
Watto, let's move.
Mm! That was good. Good!
I saw the patch went up.
I'll play it later.
Oh. Yeah, sure.
You seem a little fried. Heavy weekend?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
Just hung out with some old friends of mine,
but I'm over it.
- Ready to crack on. - Great.
Ewan, before they come in, there's, erm, probably something
you should know about these people.
Oh, right?
Gray Point Industries is a defence and security company.
They design missiles.
Oh, right.
They want to use your water-rendering code
to design missiles.
Oh, right.
Yeah, it's for the navigation systems. It helps to simulate
deep-water currents for torpedoes.
Right, yeah. (Clears throat)
Also nukes.
You know, like Trident?
N-Nukes?
Nukes.
Just going to grab a tangerine. (Clears throat)
Which means the company will make a killing
on our investment in Idyl Hands, so my ass is clean.
And I get to ship out of this shit-hole ASAP.
So!
- How's all that sound? - Yeah.
Quite a lot to process there. Um...
"Missiles" is a bit of a wild card.
(Knock at door)
Process quickly. Here they are.
Hi, welcome. Here he is, the man of the hour, Ewan Fox.
"The Wily Fox."
(Laughter)
(Door opens)
Played it. Loved it.
- Yeah? - I didn't want to tell you,
but I played it when it first came out
and I thought it was bulls' actual shit.
No, it was weird. It was good.
Weirdly.
But, you know, it was just a one-time thing.
- I'm not going back there. - Right.
In a way, though, isn't it better than
you locking yourself away on your own,
weeing in Mason jars?
No. Nothing's better than being here with you.
This is a happy game. It's fun.
You made it fun. You and your friends did that.
- Marry me. - What...the fuck?
I know! It just feels right! Doesn't it?
I mean, what are we waiting for?
Let's just get married and just be happy together, forever.
OK, Josh.
You need to sleep for about 37 hours
and then you need a shower and a cup of tea.
Maybe some Shreddies.
And then we can talk.
OK.
Which means you could cash out right now,
as per the terms of your earn-out,
which, at the current price of Northlock Corporation,
would give you around £49.7m in straight cash.
Well, that's a lot, isn't it?
A lot of bunce.
What a lot of bunce!
And I realise there's a certain level of moral ickiness
around the whole missile thing.
- Mm. - I get that.
But the thing is, with warheads, most of them never get used.
They sit on a submarine
somewhere in the Atlantic, rusting away.
So, in terms of blood on your hands, it's negligible.
Oh, sure. Sure it is.
And in a way, videogames are killers too.
- Heart disease, etcetera. - Yeah, no, I get that.
Cat Factory's probably been responsible for ten times
as many deaths as any nuclear warhead.
You become the story, Ewan.
The kid from school
who sold a piece of code for £50m.
No-one tops that.
Time to spread your wings.
(Casey clears her throat)
I'm sorry, I can't do this.
You know what, fuck it!
(Scratching of fountain pen nib)
- Hey, Casey. - What are you doing?
Can we get a lift?
Do you know Coutts the Bank?
Can we get a lift to Coutts the Bank?
You just say "Coutts", you don't say "Coutts the Bank".
That's good knowledge. We'll take that on board.
- Have you played it yet? - The sequel? I don't think so.
Haven't really had the chance. I've been busy with other stuff.
There's a new version just went up.
Ewan did a really great job. He's really stepped up.
I didn't think he had it in him.
You know what?
He's really impressed me.
- We want it back. - What?
Everything. The company. The game.
- It was a mistake. - Leon...
We've got 29 million liquid, we'll raise another 30.
That's why we're going to Coutts the Bank,
because if there's one thing I can do,
- it's talk money out of people. - Ewan cut a deal.
- He sold up. - What are you on about?
- Ewan? - It's great for me.
My stock's gone through the roof.
Somehow we managed to turn a profit. But it's a shame.
There really was something there between the four of you.
I guess I just never figured out how to get it out of you.
Erm, can you pull over, please, mate?
(Whimpers)
Ewan sold out.
He sold us to a weapons manufacturer.
What?
They're making weapons in here? It's gonna be a bomb factory?
No. His code. The water thing.
They're using it for torpedoes.
- What about Cat Factory? - Northlock had a deal in place.
They sold it off to the people who make Angry Birds.
Some of them are being transferred over,
most of us are being fired. It's all over.
We need to do something.
Like what? He's already done it.
OK, everyone!
Two choices.
Option one: stay here and work for an arms dealer.
Not great.
Or option two:
come with us.
I don't know where, or why, or even what for.
We haven't got a game, haven't got a company,
haven't even got an office, but we've got some money.
- Right, Leon? - Yeah, we've got some of that.
So why don't you come with us
and we can start again
in some unspecified and as-yet-unclear way.
In summary, follow me!
I have no idea where I'm going!
- What, re-really follow you? - Yes, really follow me!
We've still got the house, right?
- We still own the house. - We're going to the house!
- So, listen. About earlier... - Josh,
would you like to rescind your proposal?
I was really tired.
But I'm OK now.
And I promise you that things will go back to how they were.
OK? No more weirdness.
All right?
Thanks. (Mutters)
Shall I get this?
Oh, shit, sorry. Yeah, I just assumed.
No, it's fine. I'm happy to get it.
God, I didn't even think.
- How rude is that? - It's not rude. It's OK.
I've stopped doing it, haven't I?
Cos I used to at least fake-reach for my purse.
Like, "Hey, let me get this."
I don't even do that any more.
No, I just sit and look at shit on my phone
like some pig-eyed trophy woman.
- It doesn't matter. - No, Josh, I want to get this.
Abi, you don't have to do this, all right? You're skint anyway.
- I'm not skint! - I didn't mean that.
I haven't got any money but I'm not skint.
I've got credit cards. Tons of them.
Look.
They just keep on giving them to me because, well, I'm so ace!
OK. Well, then, let's just split it. Deal?
Fine.
Great.
OK, this is potentially an incendiary thing to say,
but, er, technically I didn't have a starter.
This is good. Right? Is this good?
I dunno.
What are we gonna do with them all?
You never threw us that party.
The day you got all the money,
you said you'd throw us all a massive party to say thanks
and you never did.
Shit, you're right.
OK, everyone!
First order of business, we're having a house party
right now!
There's just one rule! Nobody drowns in the pool!
I mean it! That thing is a death-trap!
Yeah!
Noel's fucking House Party!
Let's do this!
Come on, everybody, have yourselves some drinks
and nibbles in the kitchen!
- Are you all right? - Yeah, I am now. I'm great.
- No, but are you all right? - I'm fine.
I did some coke maybe a couple of hours ago.
But only a tiny amount. Within the margins of respectability.
I just... need something at the minute.
We could do some juicing together.
Because there's a really fucking high-end juicer out there
and it's never even been used.
OK. That sounds good.
The number eight will be here in six minutes.
- That's not too bad, is it? - Josh, can we talk a bit later?
Why later? Why not now? What's wrong?
- It's nothing to worry about. - OK, now I'm worried.
Is this because I'm making us get the bus?
Cos fuck it, I'll get us a taxi. It's fine. Taxi!
Josh, it's not about the bus.
Well...come on, then.
Yeah, I've been thinking again about San Francisco.
Hang on, mate, sorry.
OK.
Yeah, I'm just gonna put it all on my credit cards.
- I'm gonna go out there. - Well, I'll come with you.
Yeah.
It's not that I don't want you to.
But if you come, then the money comes
and then everything gets a bit wobbly
and I don't know where I am any more.
- Can we just discuss this in... - It's just not me, Josh.
Being like that.
Being ungrateful and just expecting everything.
- Then don't do it. - I can't help it!
It's always going to be there. It's not going away.
We can't just ignore it and pretend like it's nothing.
Then I'll give it away. I'll donate it all.
Then you'll be the man who had 14 million quid
and just gave it all up
and then you'll just end up resenting me for it.
It'll just hang there between us.
Abi, no. I...
I'm sorry, Josh.
We can't do this any more. Either of us.
But thank you.
For everything.
(Sniffles)
(Sobs)
(Music plays in background)
Oh.
Hey, everyone.
It's OK. I know you all hate me.
I could probably get you all some killer discounts on M16s!
I'm joking. (Chuckles)
I...I probably could.
Hey, we're having a bit of a party. Stick around.
You deserve it as much as any of us.
I just want you to know, the only reason I sold out
was because I thought all this was over.
Mate, I get it. I would've done the same.
I mean, look at all the shit I did.
Thanks, man.
We've all got to think about ourselves now. What comes next.
To new beginnings.
(Rock music)
Mmm!
I think maybe it's the nicest drink I've ever drunk.
And I've tried most of them.
I'm gonna start taking
responsibility for myself, Naomi.
Just take full charge of my affairs.
Look after myself, take charge of my own life.
Is that something that you think we might be able to do together?
I'm so sorry, you've just got something...
Oh.
Er, thanks.
No problem.
(Mobile phone rings)
This is Leon Harper. Go fuck yourself after the beep.
Beep!
Ha, ha! They're shipping me out to Beijing.
We just acquired a new video-messaging platform.
- It's the Chinese Snapchat. - What do you want?
I know you fixed the game, Leon.
And I'm thinking I might be able to use someone
with balls like yours. Because you'd thrive out there.
So, how about we wipe the slate clean
and I give you another shot at this?
(Cab draws up)
Casey, sorry I...I gotta go.
(Sniffles) It's over, mate.
(Sniffles) She's going.
Oh, man!
- (Sobs) - Come here.
(Sobs)
Oh, let's get you in the house.
(Music from inside)
Oh. The garage is better.
What if I just go over there anyway?
She can't stop me.
I don't know about that, mate.
Hey. Not Abi?
- I'm sorry. - Come here. Come here.
Thanks, man.
It just ruined everything, didn't it? The money.
Everything went wrong.
Mum and Dad, me and Abi. Us.
I think it just makes everything bigger.
Cars, houses, problems.
Everything just magnifies.
This'll cheer you up.
Ewan sold the company to an arms manufacturer.
That is factually correct. I actually did do that.
- What the fuck? - They wanted my patent
for designing missile navigation systems.
Nukes, actually.
- Nukes? - Nukes.
Actually, that has cheered me up.
They were surprisingly nice, actually. For warmongers.
So what else is new?
Me and Watto started a new company.
Are you serious?
All this happened since I went out for lunch?
It's been a whirlwind. I won't lie.
(Sighs) We lost the company.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We chopped down a tree.
We're lumberjacks.
So let's grow a new one.
It's just us, mate.
Always has been.
Oh, what the fuck have I done now?
It's OK, boys. I know something about this.
- Ewan Fox? - The one and the same.
Er... Ewan?
Oh.
I fucked 'em. The missile guys.
Popped the MacBook in the microwave and put it on defrost
for three minutes.
(Microwave beeps)
Wiped the servers. Deleted the only operational version
of my beautiful water-rendering engine.
Which is a terrible loss for the videogame industry,
but good news if you're raising a family in the Middle East.
Also, I left the taps on in the bogs and blocked the sinks.
You're happy to answer some questions?
Yeah, absolutely.
One thing. Can I possibly sit in the front?
I get really bad motion sickness.
So what now?
Well, I guess we bail Ewan, hire a good lawyer and start again.
What do you say, Josh?
New company, new start?
Well, I suppose I've got nothing else going on.
Great, cos I've got an idea.
Fuck mobile gaming, we go Triple-A.
PlayStation, Xbox, PC.
We go toe-to-toe with the big boys.
JOSH: OK, Leon, just hang on a sec.
LEON: I've put the feelers out to a guy I know at Sony.
JOSH: Sorry, you've "put the feelers out"?
LEON: Just the feelers. Just some little feelings.
Nothing heavy.
OK, I think it's fine
but Barney's fallen in the pool and he knocked his head.
Oh, shit!
* People
* Get it together now
* People, ha
* Get it together now
* You can be rich or poor
* But we can't still stop the war
* It could be you or me
* But is it worth what we're fighting for? Fighting for...